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Death of an Innocent - Very Saddening

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

http://www.totalcarcrashes.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/car_crash_0197.jpgin my venture and commitment to abhor, if not totally abandon the habit of drinking alcohol except on those occasions where highly demanding and irresistable peer pressure is present and inevitable (LOL), i am sharing you this shocking poem which left me teary-eyed. Please read it in its entirety.

Death of an Innocent

by: Elizabeth Beeson,

 I went to a party, Mom,

I remembered what you said.You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn’t drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I’d get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.

 I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn’t see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
“The other guy is drunk,” Mom,
And now I’m the one who will pay.
I’m lying here dying, Mom….
I wish you’d get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I’ll die in a short time.

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I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn’t drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn’t think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don’t think it’s fair.
I’m lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
Someone should have

told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you,
you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn’t drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?



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:( -sigh-

Posted by yeine at September 3, 2008, 9:51 pm

I’ve read this story before. It’s so sad that no matter how we try to be responsible and careful, there is always the possibility of us being the recipients or victims of others’ irresponsibility.

These are the times I get scared for my daughter.

Posted by kg at September 4, 2008, 8:12 am

Thank you yeine and ate grace. Yeah i believe this story has been circulated in the internet half a decade ago. When i read it for the first time, there arose a social and moral obligation to disimenate it further so more and more people will know the effect and consequence of driving drunk.

No matter how careful you are, if the other drivers aren’t there’s always a high chance of figuring in an accident. Usually, drunk drivers loiter in the roads in the wee small hours so i avoid going out/driving on those times.

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